Now I think the house is old and dilapidated, and I plan to tear it down and rebuild it.
When the time comes, I will build a more luxurious house to provide for me and your aunt Bai in our old age.
The old man is so narrow-minded that he almost rolled down in anger."
When Lu Yiming said this, he laughed happily.
Lu Wanwan felt that smile was extremely irritating.
"Lu Yiming, you are so despicable and filthy! This house was mortgaged by Mom for your investment!
You took the money, and you still want to tear down the house! That’s the memory of my grandfather’s family, you beast!
Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming was obviously angry.
"I'm your father. If you have the guts, follow your mother and commit suicide."
"If you want to keep that house, you can trade it for the one under your name."
So this is the idea.
Lu Wanwan's excited little face gradually calmed down and returned to its calm expression.
She sneered disdainfully: "I won't commit suicide. I will live to watch you go to hell! You and that white lotus will not have a good death!"
He spoke each word in a low voice, with an air of exhaustion.
She will live well and see the day when these evil people get their retribution!
After hanging up the phone, Lu Wanwan took a leave of absence and went to the hospital to see his grandfather.
The old man has lost the demeanor of a talented man he once was, and now he looks thin and haggard.
What Lu Wanwan likes most but also fears the most is coming to the hospital to accompany his grandfather.
She couldn't help but feel heartbroken and wanted to cry.
Such a proud grandpa is now suffering from illness and unable to take care of himself.
He was respected throughout his life, but lived without self-respect in his later years.
Every time Lu Wanwan thought of this, his heart ached.
That despicable Lu Yiming destroyed the memories of his grandparents and even shattered his only wish.
Lu Wanwan walked to the bedside. Old Master Song smiled when he saw his granddaughter coming.
He tried to speak, but stuttered.
"Grandpa, I know what you want to say. I can hear you." Lu Wanwan gently pressed his arm.
Although the floor was carpeted, my grandfather was so thin and bony that he fell to the ground...
Lu Wanwan checked his elbow and applied medicinal wine.
But the bruises and swelling were obvious.
Lu Wanwan's heart ached even more, as if he was being tortured to death by slow slicing.
"Grandpa, sooner or later, I will win back what we lost."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Song nodded lovingly.
Lu Wanwan looked at him and smiled.
"Grandpa, I will change my name to Song tomorrow. I will rebuild the Song family in the future.
So grandpa, you must be well and see me standing above them.
You should be proud of me, because you are my only relative."
"good……"
Old Master Song uttered a syllable with difficulty, and his smile was very difficult, but very kind.
Hearing this, Lu Wanwan felt warm in his heart.
"Mom left me a house. When you get better, I'll take you home to live. Okay?"
"Okay... okay." Old Master Song responded and nodded.
"Then let's put it this way, pinky promise."
Lu Wanwan stretched out his hand and made a pinky promise with his grandfather like he did when he was a child.
At this moment, she made up her mind.
As he was speaking, a message on his cell phone rang.
A group was formed by Rongshi.
The people in the group are all the main persons in charge of the South City Project.
Shiguang Company is run by her, Director Li, and President Shi.
Mr. Zhao is here too.
On the Rong side...
Lu Wanwan looked at the three words "Rong Luchi" and the avatar was the architectural logo of Rong Group.
Didn't they say Rong Lvchi had been uninstalled from WeChat? Is this the real Rong Lvchi now?
Lu Wanwan was a little confused.
After Mu Sen confirmed that all the members were present, he sent a message.
[To ensure smooth cooperation, please add each person in charge. ]
After sending this message, Mu Sen glanced at his own president who was sitting in a big chair and staring at the WeChat interface.
But for a long time, he had seven or eight friends in his address book applying for membership, but there was no response from him at all...
"Boss, are you waiting for Designer Deer to add you?"
Seeing that his expression was becoming increasingly gloomy, Mu Sen asked cautiously.
Otherwise he wouldn't have downloaded WeChat and stared at it for so long.
Rong Luchi immediately glanced over coldly.
Mu Sen shut up angrily.
"You are Mr. Rong's president, I guess no one would dare to add you..."
Although he said he would add a person in charge to facilitate communication.
But... everyone tacitly added it to his.
Rong Luchi's personal contact information is something everyone is trying hard to get.
But no one dared to add it.
If the face scan fails and he gets angry, then you’re done for.
After a while, Rong Luchi’s friend addition finally received a +1.
The man curved his lips into a smile, raised his hand, and lazily picked up the phone with his elegantly skeletal hand.
Even his frowning brows relaxed.
When he clicked on it and saw the add application, Rong Luchi's face suddenly turned dark!
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